Today would be a big one....
Bruce, the Secretary General of the United Nations of Earth, has spent centuries trying to protect, develop and unite humanity.
When a distinctly non-human arrival seems to offer a way to do this, once and for all, he wi...
The daylight broke through the clouds on Bouvet Island, lighting the kibbutz as the mother of the Secretary General of the United Nations of Earth wandered around the settlement, sandals slapping on the moist, dark, volcanic sand paths, making little sucking and slapping sounds as she inspected the solar lamps to ensure they closed off promptly at sunrise to conserve energy and checked the hydration levels of the vineyards that curled and and forked their paths across Wilhelm II Plateau. She loved this time of day. Most of the other kibbutzniks were still in the huts that clustered around the top of Mosbytoppane, enjoying the cooler air of the high altitudes which helped to lower the energy drain of air conditioning. She had this new Eden they had created to herself then and could truly enjoy the solitude she so desperately craved, the craving which had driven her to flee the world, leave her son, become a disconnectionista, a refugee from the overwhelming connectedness of the 3T, and, finally, to arrive here however many centuries ago. It was a cool morning; it may be a mild day. Perhaps pleasant enough to head down to Selstranda Beach, once her work was done. She might take the boat out to Bennskjera - those uninhabited rocks were comforting to her.
The silence stretched away around her. Until the kibbutz awoke, she would be the only person awake within a 1,700 kilometre radius. She would never get used to how blissful that was.
"Awenasa." She started at the sound of her name, a deafening whisper in the still of dawn, and turned to see Adam. He was truly a creature of the land, so silent on his feet she'd never seen him there.
"There's a meeting. Things are changing in the world. Big things. We need to decide what to do."
She snorted. "What could possibly change enough that we need to worry about it? Another war? We have nanobots to keep us safe."
"The species." Adam said. "The species is changing. We need to decide...." He paused, groping for words. "We need to decide whether we want to be human."
She cocked aneyebrow. He was always better at hyperbole than clarity, and she still had noidea what he was on about, but she was pretty sure her trip to the beach justgot cancelled.
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